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About This Poem
Perfect Water Lair
The air is wet, the sky is very grey
A buoy works its shift down near the shore
Light is quite scarce in these clouds by the bay
Might be a little rain, clouds to implore
The waves are more brisk down on the surface
There might be a flash of lightning no more
There’s nothing between the water and grace
A constant wind exists out in the air
There’s a tender, calm feeling in this place
Never will one find terror or despair
On this ocean a perfect water lair
Russell Sivey
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